She stared at her phone blankly, and for a moment, her mind was confused.

Ji Rufeng's heart suddenly raised and looked at Yu Wangchen nervously.

Some of the edges and back positions of the phone in front of me have already lost paint, which is obviously because of constant play and rubbing, which shows how much the owner of the phone loves it.

Yu Wangchen didn't dare to think about what kind of affection this was, especially when it was clearly his mobile phone, there were very few things about him in it.

"Wow, so many, so many mothers and uncles!"

Huanhuan clapped her hands and jumped excitedly in Ji Rufeng's arms.

The eyes were facing each other, one was nervous and the other was speechless.

The past contacts came unexpectedly. Ji Rufeng dared to swear to Huanhuan that when he gave his phone to Yu Wangchen, he really didn't mean to suddenly reveal the past. He even forgot that she used to often flip through his phone.

"These..." She pursed her lips and looked at him, not knowing how to ask.

Originally, she was going to the cemetery today to see if there was really a tombstone of Zhao Jian. She has been there few times over the years, so she really didn't know about this. She wanted to make sure.

But now...

The feeling of being with Ji Rufeng, Ji Rufeng's mobile phone, and even Huanhuan's existence, are constantly proving their connection with Ji Rufeng.

"It's a photo of the past." He said, his voice was difficult, that is, he did not say it was from himself and "other women", nor from himself and hers.

But Yu Wangchen knew that the woman in this photo was her.

He pursed his lips, plucked up the courage, and asked her, "Do you want to see?"

Before he was ready, he had already opened the past, and Yu Wangchen was a little at a loss.

Her curiosity about the past comes from that relationship and the reality that the two of them have become like this now.

Before he could react, his hand was pulled by someone. He held Huanhuan in his left hand and pulled her into the video studio on the second floor with his right hand.

Connecting the phone to the large screen, Ji Rufeng debugged it with a remote control, and a few minutes later, their photos were displayed on the screen.

At that time, Zhao Jianchunche's eyes always had countless coldness. She never dared to tell him the stones pressing on her heart, which made him feel even more regretful and distressed whenever he thought of those self-righteous days.

"Mommy, Mommy!"

Huanhuan jumped up, obviously very excited about seeing Zhao Jian in the past.

Compared to Huanhuan, Yu Wangchen was a little stunned. She looked at the photos on the screen one by one. She clenched her fists and looked at him, "Don't you want to say something?"

Ji Rufeng paused, looked at her with his head tilted, his voice hoarse, "I want to."

She blinked, but Ji Rufeng stopped talking. She just looked at her, her thick gaze was like a ball of honey, which was stuffed into people's mouth without permission. She was so sweet that she felt panicked and her heart was beating.

She hurriedly turned her eyes away, "You, you, just say it if you want to."

The man shook his head and said no matter how much she said, nothing was more fortunate that she was alive.

The photos are slitting past one by one, as if they can't reach the end. Occasionally, they will also record videos and audio, some are sweet, some...shy to listen to. Often, Ji Rufeng will quickly pass by at that time.

"How did she... die?" In the end, she couldn't help asking.

The man's body suddenly tightened, and suddenly there was a flash of light in his eyes, and each was filled with pain. Time seemed to be back to that day, and she was stained with blood in his arms.

Ji Rufeng clenched the remote control tightly, his breath trembled slightly, and he spoke slowly for a long time, "I didn't protect her."
Chapter completed!